Dr. Owen Harper [Torchwood] (![]() ![]() @ 2012-11-08 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | owen harper, rory williams |
WHO: Owen Harper & OPEN
WHAT: Things get ~dramatic~ when Owen starts stealing pills from the clinic in order to support his drug habit.
WHEN: November 8th; Evening
WHERE: The Colligo Clinic
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress
It had started out small, a few stimulants to keep him awake during shifts, but eventually, he'd started needing assistance in order to sleep once he got home as well. It was a see-saw, one that he had been sure he was carefully managing through intense monitoring of the dosages that he was taking and the time he was leaving between them, but somewhere in all of that, he had started getting sloppy. Owen wasn't sure how it had happened. Maybe he'd been running late one day and decided to fudge the time just a bit. Ten minutes here or there wouldn't hurt anything. And then, it was a half an hour, an hour, and before he knew it, he had been taking dosages over top of each other and falling into a stupor whenever his attention strayed too far away from the task at hand.
But worse than that was that the pharmacist was on longer filling his prescriptions. She'd caught on at some point. Again, he wasn't sure when, but the last script he'd taken to get filled for a 'patient' had been denied. "Have them come here and get it themselves, and then maybe I'll honor it," had been the exact words out of the woman's mouth before she had leveled him with such a look that he hadn't seen the likes of since Cordelia had been sent him. For the briefest of fleeting moments, his desire to ask her to come home with him if only for the evening had overwhelmed his anger, but it had only taken a few seconds for his logic to slap his emotions in the face over that thought.
So that was how he ended up here, in the middle of the night, well after pharmacy hours, raiding the medicine cabinets in order to get a refill that he should have been able to acquire rather easily. It was degrading, demoralizing, and absolutely frustrating in a way that he couldn't wholly describe, but the fact of the matter was that he needed it. He needed it. How was he supposed to function otherwise?